There I was in my tent trying to have my afternoon "medicine" when the enemy started buzzing around my flanks. Every time I would make a move to repel him on my flanks he would change tactics and make a frontal attack. This maneuver was repeated numerous times but each time we managed to fend them off. Finally I wore my enemy down and he ceased his attacks and assumed a defensive position in front of me. This time I moved both flanks around the bastard and with one sudden smack from those flanks and we smashed the pesky wee lad to death! That good Sirs, is one fly who wont interrupt my "medicine" time again!
Tha's what I am talking about 
